Then he pulled out. Held my face off, fought off his orgasm. “Not yet,” he whispered, “not yet.”

He tortured me that way. I brought him close over and over, sucking desperately, using every trick I could remember. Then he would pull out and make me start over, all the while working my cock.

“Think about it,” he crooned. “What happens if I make you shoot first. You’ll be what you are now, forever. Might not be so bad.” He reached down and stroked a finger over my sexless groin. I felt an incredible flash of pleasure, unearthly. I jerked back and whimpered around his shaft.

“You’d be my slave, Bill. Really my slave. You’ve been playing that game for years, but this is real. I’d own you—or own your cock, which is the same thing. You’d be mine. You could never show yourself to another man like that. Think about it. Have to come crawling to me for sex. Maybe I’d be in the mood. Maybe not. And you’ve seen the kind of games I like to play.”

With that nightmare in my head, I gave him my last ounce of energy. Worshipped him like the primal force he was. Sucked and sucked and sucked—

—and finally heard his roar above me. Felt his meat stiffen and pump. Tasted bitter semen—and at the same instant, my own hips began to jerk. I was coming, in response to him. Too late—

I felt his hands on my crotch—blue fire—

And when it was over, I was whole again. Michael pulled his shaft from my throat with a pop and collapsed onto his throne, chest heaving. He looked worn out and happy. I was too drained even to hate him. Too exhausted to stand. He forced me to lick my come from the floor. Made me kiss his feet.

I looked up at him. After long minutes I caught my breath. The numbness seeped out of my head. Even as wrecked as I was, I had to know how.

“Michael, what you did—what you do…I don’t know what it’s called, I don’t even know if it has a name…. But what…what—”

“Something you’re born with,” he said. “There are others. I’ve met three in my lifetime, heard of more. We keep our distance from each other. Don’t get ideas about learning it. I’ve studied, learned the ancient laws, found new ways to focus my power. But either you have it—and you know it—or you don’t. I knew that you didn’t when I first saw you. The tan is a giveaway. You like sunlight far too much. I can’t teach it. I can only share it.”